March 22, 2009.
life is as fragile as the glass that holds my juice.
a simple knock of the hand and it will fall to the ground and shatter leaving the carpet stained with the liquid it once contained.
the actuality of tomorrow is only as real as the plans in our heads.
in truth nobody knows what tomorrow will bring, and yet we carry on as though we do.
life is as fragile as an old lady with one lung or as the old lady who forgets and remains forgotten or as the picture of a man on a filing cabinet.
far too often we take too much for granted.
even when it's too late, sometimes it's still not late enough.